When I was child, my grandfather John Collson lived with us in our home in Erin, New York. He was bedridden and finally died in the spring of 1949. During his lengthy illness he used to holler “Hello!”
Whenever he wanted anything. As his condition became worse, the frequency of his calls increased and whoever was nearby would try to tend to his needs.
After he died we continued to hear his voice and his familiar call of “Hello!” Everyone in the house heard it. We searched the house many times to find any unusual sound that might be misinterpreted as his voice- but we found nothing.
My mother insisted that it was a trick of memory but we children were convinced it was Grandfather’s ghost. The climax came Christmas Eve 1949, when the adults all were out of the house. My cousin, my brother and sister, our dog, and I were home alone.
Our German shepherd was a bit too friendly to excel as a watchdog but nevertheless she always raised an alarm if strangers were near the house at night.
We all heard the first noise from Grandfather’s room. The dog bristled, then whined as she took refuge behind the davenport. Her unusual behavior scared us more than the original noise. It sounded as if someone were searching frantically through the room.
Drawers banged and the closet door slammed-then silence. The dog crawled from her hiding place and four terrified youngsters began to relax and search for an explanation. We checked the room and found nothing out of place. The only window was closed and locked from the inside.
that was the last manifested of any king from Grandfather’s room. Never again did we hear his voice.
We don’t know what caused the disturbance but the four of us like to believe that Grandfather found what he was looking for and now had no more reason to return.
Pine Valley, New York